Some special words from Shirley Cox.

Eva Debus was a very special lady. We moved to Reservoir Close when I was 15, and Eva moved next door some 10 years later. I was married and had left home by then. She got on well with my parents. I remember my Dad often gave me knitting yarn that Eva had given him. Eva was a TRUE knitter in as much she hoarded yarn and had several unfinished projects. I am like that, but this enforced lockdown has made me complete a lot of knitting projects I started many years ago. I remember Evas Dad living in the caravan. Every time we visited my parents my youngest son would love to go to talk to Granddad Guy, as he called him. After Dad died Eva would go to see Mom every day, popping round with a newspaper and my Mom always looked forward to Friday when Eva would take her a plate of home cooked fish and chips. When Mom went in hospital in 2004 Eva visited every day at lunch time to make sure that Mom ate her lunch. The nurses were often too busy to feed Mom. I will always be very grateful for the love and care that Eva gave to Mom.